With eyes now closed, he sees her there;
This corner of dreams, petite and fair.
Beautiful, refined, her graceful aire;
Yet eyes of sorrow, with too much care.
A slight sad smile rests on rose-red lips;
And scarlet cap held with tender fingertips.
While her dress flowed with gentle ease;
An outlined form in the summer breeze.
Sight to be seen, framed by vibrant green;
As the trees rise tall with birds serene.
Thier gossamer song of wind in leaves;
These reverent notes from heaven's eaves.
Struggles shed, in awe, her gaze abound;
Her hand extended to a wonder found.
Then eyes meet and his heart bemoan.
Now woken, reaching, and still alone.